HELLLLLO. I haven't posted lately because of my math teacher, mrs.yolles. She took my paper and was telling everyone how messy my homework (she used MY FULL NAME) was, and how she couldn't read it. It was really embarrassing, she did it to the class before me and my class. You're NOT allowed to do that. Me and a few friends reported her (This isn't the first thing she's done, she tells us that we have the minds of 5th graders, she told Patrick that he was less smart than a 4th grader, just… everything.) Oh, we're in 9th grade, so yeaaah. OH and btw, my homework was perfectly neat. Everyone said they could read it fine. This put (and is still) a lot of stress on me, I got all sick for a week, and I'm just physically and emotionally drained. It doesn't help I fell off a horse (he was galloping to a jump and then he STOPPED) and hit my back on the pole. I damaged my tailbone, I'm going to the orthopedic soon to get the exact damage report… just fuck my life isn't too great now. 9th grade is no fun. Alrighty, onto the stuff people actually sorta care about.
Ava felt someone's arms wrap around her. A head rested on her shoulder and watched the sea with her. For a bit the two stayed there until one decided to speak.
"What did I do?" It asked. Ava smiled where she knew he couldn't see her.
"Nothing, honestly. I was the one who did something wrong. I shouldn't have reacted like that." She admitted. Jack smiled.
"'S alright. We all do it." He said. "Although usually when drunk… we can make exceptions." He said. Ava giggled
"Hey, Jack, want to learn a song?" She asked. He shrugged.
"If you want me to learn it." He said. She smiled.
"Good." She said, and turned around to face him. She was shocked at how close they were. Her cheeks turned red and she slid out of his arms. "It's called 'Rum is for Drinking, Not for Burning'." She said. He raised an eyebrow.
"Sounds familiar." He chimed. She nodded.
"Anyway. It goooooes…
'This
captain goes down with the ship,
All hands on decks, stand hip to
hip.
I shout the order, shoot to kill.
(I'm dressed to
thrill, I'm dressed to thrill)
And to my enemies,
I want
their eyes to see,
Their captain walked the plank,
(Destroy
them rank by rank)
Sail with me, into the setting sun,
The
battle has been won, but war has just begun.
And as we grow,
emotion starts to die.
We need to find a way, just to keep our
desire alive.
So set the sail to quarter mast,
Well jump
their ship we'll sink 'em fast.
Men follow me to victory,
Red
is the sea, Red is the sea.
And to the cannons roar,
Their
bodies dance ashore,
(A pirates life for me,
we wont go
quietly)
Sail with me, into the setting sun,
The battle
has been won, but war has just begun.
And as we grow, emotion
starts to die.
We need to find a way, just to keep our desire
alive.
(And to my damsel in distress,)
(You've made a mess
of your new dress.)
(And to my damsel in distress,)
(You've
made a mess,)
(You've made a mess.)
Sail with me, into the
setting sun,
The battle has been won, but war has just begun.
And
as we grow, emotion starts to die.
We need to find a way, just to
keep our desire alive'." She recited. Jack smiled.
"Honestly?" He asked. She nodded.
"Every word." She said, mentally running the song through her head to be sure. She nodded again. "Yup." She assured him. He smiled.
"I like it." He decided. Ava's smile widened.
"Good." She said. He smiled back. Ava's attention was drawn to the Christmas tree in the middle of the deck. Its needles were scattered about the deck, and the whole tree itself was wilting. They couldn't feed it fresh water; they had a limited amount of it already. They had tried salt water, but that didn't seem to go too well with the trees tastes. Random seashells and pieces of kelp posed as ornaments, as did ripped pieces of clothing that no longer held a place on their original garment. "Where did it come from?" Ava asked. Jack shrugged.
"It was a church or something." He answered. Ava raised her eyebrows.
"A church?" She repeated. Jack thought about this.
"Yeah, I think it was." He confirmed.
"Stealing from the church is bad!! It's against the rules and everything!" Ava exclaimed.
"So is what you're wearing." Jack said quietly.
"What?" Ava asked, looking down at her tank top, jeans, and flip flops. "How is this against the rules?" She asked. Jack poked her chest, her shoulder, her leg and her foot. "What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, flailing her arms.
"All of those are… unacceptable." He said.
"Unacceptable, yeah?" She asked. He nodded.
"Yeah." He answered.
"Would you rather me walk around in one hundred pounds of dress, were you can see none of this?" She asked, flowing her hands in front of her body. Jack considered this.
"It would be more socially appropriate." He answered. Ava scoffed.
"Since when have you been socially appropriate? You're drunk all the time, and when you're not drunk, you're stealing things and shooting stuff." She responded. Jack shrugged.
"I have the title of 'Pirate'. I'm allowed to do those things because I am one." He said.
"And I'm not a pirate? You told me I was a few days ago." Ava asked, her voice growing with hurt.
"You are, but…. Those clothes, even I don't wear that little." Jack retorted.
"You know, you should go to either Las Vegas or a nudist beach or something." She muttered.
"Las Vegas?" Jack asked, peering at her.
"Las Vegas. Where the whores wear the sluttiest things you have ever seen, or nothing."
"And what would that include?" He asked. Ava rolled her eyes.
"Jack, I swear to god, you are a man-whore." She said. Jack raised an eyebrow.
"What was that?" He asked.
"I said, 'I swear to god, you are a man-whore." Ava repeated. Jack's eyes narrowed as the rays of sunlight poked through the night sky.
"I could have you thrown off this ship…" He threatened.
"But you never would. You love me too much to make me leave." Ava said with a smile. Jack let his head point downwards. Ava smiled and hugged him. "It's alright, because I love you too." She said happily, squeezing him momentarily. The crew's shouts could be heard as they walked up the stairs to the deck.
"CAPTAIN!" Felix was the first to touch the deck. Jack turned swiftly to him.
"What?" He asked, scanning the crew that shuffled onto the deck.
"I think that we're seven days from Port Royale, but Gibbs thinks we're only three days away!" Felix complained. Jack approached the two pirates in question.
"Who is the more experienced Seaman?" Jack asked. Ava burst into laughter, almost falling onto the deck. Everybody looked at her. Her laughing subsided, and they continued.
"SEAMEN!" She shouted, relapsing into another fit of laughter. "Get it? SEAMAN, SEMEN?" She asked, laughing harder. The crew gave her further odd looks. "You know?" She asked. They continued to stare. She sat up and waved her hands at them. "Fine, go on, go on." She said, and they turned back to their problem.
"Now. Who is it?" Jack asked. Gibbs and Felix looked at one another.
"Gibbs?" Felix asked. Jack smiled.
"Good, very good. I believe that Mr. Gibbs has had more time on the sea than you have, so I believe it would be best to take Mr. Gibbs' word." Jack advised.
"But Captain, how many days do we have left?" Nacho asked. Jack put a finger to his chin.
"I'd say about three." He said, and then sauntered off, watching the wind push the sails out.
"Should we let them out farther?" Gibbs asked, walking up behind Jack.
"I'd say so… though not too much, if we 'ave too much canvas it might actually cause some speed to be lost…" Jack warned. Gibbs nodded.
"Three holes then?" He asked. Jack nodded.
"Sounds good." He said. Gibbs went off, telling various crew members what to do.
"Three holes, yeah?" Ava asked. Gibbs nodded.
"Three holes." He confirmed. Ava made her way to the rigging, climbing it to the first sail on the mainmast. She untied the rope that held the top of the sail, and tied it up again three holes later. She continued with the other side as Matt passed behind her to the sail above. As soon as she had finished she scurried up to where Matt stood, fixing the sail. She leaned against the mast, crossing her arms.
"Have ye found out anything about why we're going back to Port Royale?" He asked. Ava shook her head grimly.
"Nothing. I tried him last night, ended up telling him to fuck off…" She said, lowering her head. Matt laughed.
"Not surprising." He teased.
"Oh fuck you." Ava retorted.
"See, there we are." He said, satisfied with himself. Ava rolled her eyes and looked at the other masts, seeing them all attended to.
"AVA!" Ava heard the scream, and cringed when she thought it might be about. Matt patted her on the back.
"Have fun, dearie." He said with a smirk.
Hey. If you want to hear 'Rum is for drinking not for burning', then tell me. It's an actual song, by senses fail. Email me at and I'll send you the song file. It really is a good song.
Please review, I need them…
